Another smoke session up in this motherfucker
Blaze some shit up for me q
Yea, wussup dogg, this is whut Im talkin bout
Some of that gangsta shit (eastside)
Shuttin these niggas up (shut em up shut em up dogg)
Westcoast nigga, quik and snoop dogg (forever)
9-9 nigga
When I wake up in the morning and I get up out my bed
I feel good, o yes I do
Cause I still can give it up for you
Chorus:
Cause were all a little strong
In the beach, where the papers long
But as for me
I only g when Im bussn rocks
Dogg pound
(repeat)
Verse one:
Nigga, you know you gotta have heart
I told you niggas from the start
If Im still in it, Im in it for life
Always stay down and keep my motha fuckin game tight
Cause ever since elementary, or was it pre-school quik?
I was a motha fuckin fool
I had to have papers it was routine
A young nigga on a mission for them collard greens
I, shake niggas
Break niggas
Make niggas, shank theyselves
For fuckin with my wealth (nigga)
And itll catch on
Cause if it dont, its on
And, cuzz, I aint even slippin when Im all alone
Sittin back loungin in the chronic zone
Clown me ya gone
Surround me, its on
Get the money youre gone
My niggas paper so long
They call him snoop capone
So if you want me, get me, got me
Should have shot him
But now they call me snoop gotti
And thats all I lbc
Betta yet, thats all I dpgc
Chorus (2x)
Verse two:
Im slappin bones
In front of my home
Choppin game on the phone
Smokin a zone
Big 6, big 5-3s with ya bitches
My girls in the kitchen, cookin up some fish and
Im blastin at this nigga that was trippin
O, knuckle head nigga, thought I was slippin
But I wasnt slippin, I was on deck
I blast his ass, peck peck now his shirts wet
Dead, gone, lights out
With no remorse, I had to take him out
Im laughin at this shit cause it was funny
Fuckin with the dogg I take your life and your money
And then I dip to my spot (dip dip)
And set up shop with yo rocks (motha fucka)
And nobody gon speak on the 8-7
Cause still, all doggs go to heaven
Chorus (2x)
Verse 3:
Im freestylin
C-stylin
Snoop and quik comin through we fin to take you to the island
Where the bitches and the bud come free
And everybody listen to the d-o double g
Hoes on my dick, niggas on my nuts
People be lovin me because I drop cuts
That makes sense, it make big money
See snoop is that nigga who dont hafta play funny
But I got yo honey, up under my wing
Cause she like the song that the bow-wow sing
Ill put her in a cling
I wont buy her a ring
But Ill put her on the hoe-stroll to make me some green
And even if she never even saw me befo
Theres just no way that she can tell me no
You know my games unbelievable baby (uh uh, uh uh)
And its strong enough to make your grandmama pay me
Chorus (2x)
West coast, gangsta shit
My nigga dj q
Yea
Like I told yall
Dpg for the 9-9
Dpg, yea top dogg, fo sho
Smoke yall
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